Oaths of Men

Oaths of men implore
most brave leave the shore
in boats made for war.
Some come home no more.

Trained precisely right
we worked day and night
eager for the fight,
psyched the aim was right.

Our intent, to show
they reap what they sow,
set their souls aglow,
into Hell they go.

For victory fought
from the sea, we sought
the hostiles who shot.
Was it all for naught?

Now I only roam
a beach, white with foam.
I've read a dire tome
of fear for my home.

When time finds my end
and to bliss ascend,
No act I'll defend
nor regret amend.

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